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June Luva
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Understand Me
[June Luva]
When it's, cold outside, we pack heaters
When it's, nice outside, we rock sneakers
Give out, hip numbers to hoes so they can beep us
Half of my click is street dwellers, the other half is gold achievers
Now from a four block radius, you hear my speakers
Bumping 'I Wish' by R. Kelly, he's a genius
You got beef, well it's nothing but the air between us
I got a quick left jab, man, my shit's the sweetest
You best to believe this, I'm street by all means
And if they don't let me in this muthafucka with my jeans
Understand me, it's gon' be a big problem
And none of ya'll faggot ass bouncers can solve 'em
Black nine disolve's 'em, take 'em out of physical form
He's washed up like a critical storm
On getting it on, I prepare for worst outcomes
Got up all my real killas in the mountains
If you don't know, better ask somebody, I step in the party
With the intentions of blasting my shotty
So recognize, nigga, you best to go about your business
Before you start shit, you can't finish, please
[Chorus: June Luva]
Understand me, when I show up at your club thugging
Understand me, you ain't letting me in, you bugging
Understand me, I make niggas tap dance like Sammy
And you don't wanna see me pull my jammy
Understand me, when I throw the rubber on my dick
Understand me, listen I ain't trying to get sick
Understand me, when I don't show up for my Grammy
Or when I bust shots at your family, please understand me
[June Luva]
Oh no, ya'll niggas done done it
Ever since a fetus I was rapping in my mom's stomach
Bitch nigga on the block, kid, I'm far from it
Sixty g's around his neck, and the God want it
I need a big booty bitch, with some thongs on it
So when she back it up, I can feel the cushion
Grab on the side of her waist and start pushing
Let her know my thang, be ready for ambushing
And to them niggas ambushing, I pack a .44 caliber
So I can smoke my next challenger, the silencer
Screwed on, bust shots steady
I can see it in your eye, son, you not ready
Hit the block heavy, with eighty eight grams of coke
And I ain't got no workers, I'm slinging this shit for delf
Greedy nigga want it for self, out for the wealth
Everything a nigga pray for, is fortune and health
[Chorus]
[June Luva]
Ma, why don't you meet me at the bar, I be popping some Crys'
And the forty notes I just spent, look hot on my wrist
I'm marvelous bitch, the trend setter, we dead smack in the winter
And I still spend five on this bitch sweater
The go getter, critics say I'm so clever
Just when you thought I couldn't, yes, man, I got better
Stack cheddar til I can't play the streets
Or until I'm old and senile and can't rape the beats
I'm the wrong one to front on, June keeps his gun on
And you'se a remade racer, nigga, get ya run on
Before I pop them thangs, it's hot like flames
Watch niggas forget about you like government names
Keep faggot niggas tucking they chains, me and my squadron
Is illmatic, ten years thugging and I'm still at it
Ever since I touched the microphone I had magic
Hocus pocus, disappear, God damn it
You urk me, you not worthy to rhyme
Everything you spit was a waste of my time
Watch the kid shine so bright, it blind's man sight
And you don't wanna see me get hype, forget about it
[Chorus]
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